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rousing my patience

I meander through

the haphazardly strewn thoughts

of supposed to be prose

rather pinched right now

decidedly do feel I

as wall after weary wall

looms rigidly before me in my

path

its as if

I'm chasing my wiley tail and by

heaven's account

I'd say its gaining on me fast

I always sucked at forced poetry

you know

this is a terribly unamusing farce

and its as far as a shamed faced I

am willing to go

so

'Good Day, Bad Poetry'

good day but not in this deed...........

(Oct. 5, 1998)